Loathe:
* Emotional rollercoasters. We have a couple things, really big things, that we’re dealing with right now. Which I can’t talk about because they’re not really mine to talk about. Combined with an especially difficult hormonal cycle this month, I’ve really not felt like doing much of anything but cry. Or sleep, which I would love to do, but these hormones of mine are throwing nights of insomnia my way, just to make it interesting.
* Insomnia and fear. Also, oily skin and pimples. So tired of it all.
* Whacked hormones.
Love:
* Trees. I really love trees. One of the primary reasons I live where I live is because there are trees here. My realtor called it a “preference for mature communities” which makes it sound like I love living in retirement communities, but what it really meant was there are mature, tall, pretty trees here. Which I love. In case I didn’t make my point.
* Smallville. In preparation for the new season starting up (which I probably won’t watch until NEXT season), we’ve been watching all the old seasons. Tony has them on DVD. We are calling it “homework.” There have been a couple evenings this past week when we’ve had to focus on other bigger things, and I can be counted on to bemoan the fact that we’re behind on our homework. Priorities, you know.
* Friends. I’ve taken the premise that I apply to exercise (if I don’t feel like doing it, it’s probably the one thing I really need to do) and applied it to my social life. I’ve leaned pretty hard on Grace, bless her heart. I also got in touch with a friend I’ve not seen since… 2005? We had lunch, and he bought me this balloon. It was so silly, and so spontaneous of him, and I had no idea it would make me smile every time I see it. Even still, because you know that thing is so well made it’s probably gonna last until I’m 80.
* The new health network I transferred into. Even though there were some (in my opinion) weird authorization glitches that needed to be handled, it all sort of makes sense now, and my appointment yesterday morning went really well. They even saw me 15 minutes EARLY. AND I had a voicemail from them, before I even reached my office (15 minutes after I left their office) about scheduling an appointment I had requested. THEY called ME. Maybe all this doesn’t mean much to you, but I continue to be speechless at how well-organized they seem to be. *cynical look*
* Pool bunnies. These two bunnies nibble on the grass that surrounds the community pool that I use. It’s so sweet to watch them. As long as I’m in the pool, I can do whatever I want and they really don’t care, including paddling over with my cell phone to take their picture. But I can’t get even remotely near them if I’m out of the pool. The pool bunnies have rules.
One Last Thing:
The last weekend of August, Tony and I went up to the mountains and hiked our anniversary hike — back to the top of the rock where we got married 5 years ago. It is a special thing for us.
While we were up in the mountains, as usual, we visited our favorite breakfast restaurant and our conversation with the cook came around to wondering just how big of a pancake he thought he could make and successfully flip. His “normal” pancakes hang over the plate as it is. Plus, after many, many years, the handle on the spatula he uses had broken off — a spatula to a cook is what a favorite pen is to an author.
And so the “Two Plate Cake” challenge came to be. We mentioned we were hoping to make it up last weekend, which we did. As we eventually rotated into our seats there, we were surprised to notice that not only did he NOT forget, the challenge actually made their calendar.
And he made good on the challenge.
Now THAT is a pancake. Next up, we’re thinking a Three Plate Cake? That’s something you gotta practice for, right? So… maybe in December?
Jammie J's Quest 
You need to sit down and have a chat with your hormones. Let them know what behavior is and isn’t acceptable.
I like the sound of pool bunnies, but rabbits aren’t what come to mind ;). Our dog like bunnies as well. At leas, he likes chasing bunnies. But then again, the thought of chasing pool bunnies DOES sound like fun….
You need to get that restaurant on food network, like Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives. Or perhaps Man versus Food. That’s a SERIOUS pancake!
Yes, well, those hormones of mine aren’t very good listeners.
😆 Pool Rabbits just didn’t sound right to say, you know?
There was some talk about the Man vs. Food show… having never seen it, though, I can only imagine what it’s about. It does sound like it’d be a good candidate for it. 😀
Can one stay sad for long when one has giant pancakes and pool bunnies in one’s life?
I’m so sorry about all the emotional rollercoasters … but glad you had so many “Loves” to balance them out.
And if you really do get so down in the dumps that all you want to do is cry, do what I do: Go to YouTube and watch “I Love to Laugh” from Mary Poppins. It won’t fix things, but sure helps!
I love trees, too. Do you have a favorite? Mine is the eastern hemlock (Tsuga canadensis). They have tiny little pine cones and blue-green needles that, when they fall, make for the softest, burnt-orange forest floor you could ever want to hike on. The species is being threatened by the hateful, evil woolly Adelgid.
So, my love and loathe for today: I love hemlocks. I loathe woolly adelgids.
And I love you, my friend! Hope you have a good weekend!
I count my blessings one by one to make myself feel better. Doesn’t always work, but it helps…. usually. Of course, there are those times when counting my blessings makes me feel even worse, because if I’m so blessed, then why am I so sad? That’s when I know it’s truly hormonal.
Wow, check you out. I think I’d love your hemlock tree, too, but I wouldn’t know how to recognize it. I just love pretty trees that grow big and tall. 🙂
I send you my care. May this remind you that you are greater than whatever situations you encounter.
Thank you… but it’s not me that’s greater than situations. It’s someone much bigger than me who helps me through my problems. 🙂
Well said. J.
Did you eat it all?
Eventually… over several days. 🙂
Now that is what I call a pancake!
lovin the bunnies, I have to admit I didn’t think of actual rabbits either when I read pool bunnies. Vince and I must have a mind on the same track.
You are right over at my place, its been a hell of a year.
That really was quite the pancake. Can’t make that on a regular flapjack pan, nope, that’s a specialty item.
Me and my pool bunnies, we have an understanding. 🙂
Yep, a hell of a year.
Love you sweetie, we need to get on our homework, hehehehe. Miss you sooooo much.
XXOXOXOXOXOX
It’s always time for homework. ha!
@Vince – Man vs. Food did a pancake challenge in, of all places if memory serves, Hawaii. It doesn’t sound like that big of a deal until you see just how much flour goes into the 4 pounds of pancakes he had to eat.
Holy crap… literally.
love you. so glad we were able to chat. 🙂 i know you have to get into work early to have our long lunches, so i always appreciate it. 🙂
xoxoxox
i wanna see a 3 plate pancake! hehe.
*muwah* You are soooooo worth losing sleep over. hehe Plus, I know you’re stressed about getting stuff done before the end of the month… and stuff in general. We’re good for each other. 🙂
Can you even imagine a 3 plate cake? wow!